DEAR CARRION : I really enjoyed ywir first
issue, especially‘When And Where Are We?’
But you neverflmswered the question. When
snd where are we? - Lost in Beam"
DEAR LOST: A pretty accurate guess would be
1990, Brevard, NC, ex&ept on Fridays and
Saturdays.
‘DEAR CARRION : I didn't understand the
article headlined ‘WARNING!’ in your first issue.
What’s your point? - Confused in Taylor'’
DEAR CONFUSED: Did the article even have a
point? What does it all iriean anyway? Can it be
condensed into 60 minutes? Why Is water
wet?...
'DEAR CARRION : I really liked the comment
that the ladies of Jones really know how to
make a drink. - Imbibing in East Jones”
DEAR IK^IBIfilG : I'm on my way over. Make
me an Anejo and Coke.
'DEAR CARRION : I didn’t appreciate the
comment that the snack bar scanners don’t
work. We now have the problem relatively
under control. - Working Hard in Coltrsne"
DEAR WORKING HARD : Thanks for setting us
straight. Now how about some real food at your
facility?
"DEAR CARRION: Why don't you have a PO
Box or something to send subinissions to? I
can’t find any of your staffers. - Writirtg i, i
Green"
DEAR WR ITir^G : We’re working on It. Stay
tuned...
'LEGION'continued from page one
shuddering, cataclysmic halt in the mind
svTenching jmp of total insanity.
Was I a fool? Yes... a fool (is this real?)
never much for rules... (vho am I)... no...
no rules... (Is this true?) never quick to
learn... (no, please... no)... I broke The
Lav... (Darkness... Dartcnessisrealj... Iv««3
bad... PUNISHMENT! (Punishment is
pain!... Pain Is Real)... taught a lesson in
pain (Darieness is absence of all light...
Light is Pain)... Pain is Punishment...
Punishment for contentment... IT IS
FORBIDDEN!... (Cold... Cold Is Real)... I
risk the pain (Cold is Fear, Fear of Pain...
FearisReal) Stupid; ovn fault!(Hate... Hate
is Real) Suffer always Suffer (Hate is vaim
and joyous,fills the darkness... lam whole)
apathy or misery (Hate is a torch blazing,
yet giving no light) Apathy, it must be
(Bums hotly... then... fails?) Misery? (Cold
so Cold) It must be misery'. It must! (Cold...
numbness, blackness; Fear) Apathy:... I
cannot... cannot care... cannot...
The three are as one, they live on...
Anith others, newer yet older than
themselves, bearing the strength of the
cradle... the senility of youth... and the
vigor of the aged; given birth from sanity's
bloody froth... multitudes, each a
splintered fragment of a man... incomplete
and devoid of humanity... all denied
oblivious, sweet bliss by DIONYSUS.
cursed to live on... shattered...
— Call Him Legion, ForHe Is Many—
By Daniel Harley
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Wake up, hit snooze —-Nt snooze thrice mor^. |
Upstairs, lake a shiower, out the door.
Wow, whieJt & beautiful day, A pretty BLUE skv^
CoW as an ESK11^ pie.
Gobble it down, head to town.
Never thought I would get out of that class.
Things were getting weird.
Sure is kicking my ass.
I'm off on an unpredictable trip.
Walk to there, walk to here - wait, what did I just
do, man... things are starting to flip.
Is she really calling me - how can it be?
What a beautiful girl.
We talked for hours - like her at lot - had lots of
fun.
She said she’d give me some poetry/, but I
guess I'm giving her some.
We re off, off, off, off to the woods.
Must see the colors, everyone should.
Mother Nature has the neatest clothes.
To the Parkway-just follow your nose.
Unbelievable - totally unbelievable.
Twly a blessed day.
Look there are absolutely no clouds.
Just BLUE, BLUE, BLUE.
Lord, thank you for this day.
And the Louisiana Crew too!
Down, down, down...
Did you hearamotons^jcle?
I wonder if I can eat?
Well, I'm sure gonna try.
OMIGOSH! LOOK ATTHATHUGE BUG!
Oh wait! That’s just a.fly?
Mart, I'm losing it.
Sure is weird in here.
I'm having a fit.
Have to get back to the room.
Need to take a puff.
Not tobacco -that wackystuff!
Oh, I love that kind.
Now I feel good.
All weirdness is gone now.
No, I fee! fine.
Reality is back.
A fitting er>d to this tripindicular rhyme.
Time to sleep - or can I?
Now what?